It was more than ten years ago, when I was a sophomore in college. In fact, it was my first time. My sexual enlightenment came late, when I started surfing the Internet in high school, it was all about Erotic 99, 365 and so on, and I also watched some body photography. But the biggest influence on me is fiction, especially one of my sexually enlightened teachers, also about middle school female teachers. Although it is mostly YY content, but that super strong sense of substitution. Because when I sleep at night and have sex dreams, I imagine my own teacher.
My grades were very good and I was in the top 3 in my school, so my homeroom teacher had a good impression of me as well. When I was in college, I graduated from junior high school a few years ago, and by some unknown coincidence I got in touch with her again. The first time I got in touch with her was during a summer vacation when Ms. Qiu asked me to teach her how to make PowerPoint. I said, “Then you hold the mouse, and I will show you how to operate it. I sat behind Ms. Qiu, my hand holding Ms. Qiu’s hand, and taught her how to use PPT by hand. My left hand unconsciously held Ms. Qiu’s waist, and as I did so, I moved to Ms. Qiu’s bra unconsciously. I felt my words trembling at that time, but after all, it was my own teacher, so I didn’t dare to touch her in reality like in the novel. I only remember that my mouth was dry after teaching, and my balls were a little uncomfortable because my penis was hard for a long time.
I met with him a few times during the summer, but there was no real progress. I was told by Mr. Qiu about some teacher gossip, whose wife cheated on the vice principal, and so on. I was dumbfounded at that time. As far as I remember, teachers are still sacred. Later I went back to school and kept in touch by text message. I remember telling Mr. Qiu that I had some worries, but I didn’t know how to solve them. Mr. Qiu, being a wise man, told me that it was normal for young people to be young, but not to go out and look for women, and to keep myself clean. It was so long ago that I forgot how to solve the problem. Anyway, I just begged her, could she help me? Because I was always a good student in Ms. Qiu’s eyes. I’m not sure if this is the case, but I think it’s a good idea. I was so excited at that time.
I remember I went to the bus station to pick up Mr. Qiu, and my dick was hard on the bus ride back, thinking I could have a night out with my junior high school teacher. In the middle, we went to XH for a stroll, ate briefly, and then went to the hotel in the evening. It’s a great way to get the most out of your time. I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to afford it. We chatted a little bit. I was bold enough to hug Mr. Qiu. Ms. Qiu resisted and said it was nice to sit like this. However, I was young and strong, so I still carried Teacher Qiu to the bed. I took off Ms. Qiu’s shirt and kissed her breasts. I took off my shirt and kissed her breasts, which were not too big, not too small, but slightly salty because I hadn’t taken a bath. After kissing her for a while, Ms. Qiu said she would take a shower first, and asked me to go first. She told me to go first. After that, she went to the bathroom.
I felt the wait was so long. I was so excited to find out that I was not wearing any panties, but she finally came out of the bath. But maybe the teacher was shy and said she wanted to turn off the lights, so my first time was done in the dark. The first time I gave a woman a blowjob, I felt salty down there. The first time I gave a woman a blowjob, I felt salty down there. Still, my teacher told me that my penis was hard, but I couldn’t find the right spot. My teacher gently guided me in with her hand. The feeling of being wrapped, gentle and wet was unforgettable.
After finishing, Ms. Qiu told me that this was the first time she had betrayed her husband. I remember she said that if people knew about it, she would not be able to be a human being. I had a strong sense of guilt, and I felt that I had cheated the teacher into bed. The incest-like feeling was good when I imagined it, but it was a big burden when I actually did it.
After that, I deliberately broke off contact, but because men are still animals that think about the lower half of the body, when there is desire, also said to go to the teacher. I probably did it a few more times, and then didn’t contact her for years. The last time was 3 or 4 years ago, and after that time she knew I was getting married and never contacted me again. In fact, she was a good woman, at least she treated me well. But I’m a selfish person and have never given her anything, either promises or material things, since the beginning. I could feel her love for me, but I only had sexual desire. But it wouldn’t have ended for either of us, and maybe it was for the best. She taught me a life lesson.